My biological mother looked at me with a face full of guilt. “Avie, I know I’ve wronged you. I want to make it right!”

Can a few empty words of apology make up for three years of dark, endless days?

I kept my distance and said coldly, “I’ve told you before—your family of four, no, five. Wasn't Sarah pregnant three years ago? You should be happy together. Just forget about me!”

The mention of that “child” from three years ago made my mother and Bradley look uneasy.

Bradley even shielded Sarah behind him.

Sarah, gently touching her slightly rounded belly, spoke softly, “Avie, we’ve come to bring you home. We’ve...